Who Reads My Books? Andy Chaytor.

Next one in the rogues’ gallery:

Hi Neal, I work in a bank – as you can probably guess from my web address. It’s my job, amongst others, to work out what is going on with markets and how clients – pension funds, asset managers, hedge funds and government entities – should be positioned. It’s been a fun couple of years as I’m sure you can imagine!! I started doing this 6 years ago having got a degree in Politics, Philosophy and Economics from Oxford University.
Reading-wise my passions are sci-fi first and foremost but also I enjoy crime novels – especially Agatha Christie; what I look for from a book is some level of escapism. The point about a good book, I think, is that it allows your mind to escape when you are reading it AND when you are not, as you mull over the ideas and thoughts that have been presented to you. That’s what makes you my favourite author – more than anyone else I have ever read, your books (the concepts and thoughts within them) stay with me long, long after I have finished reading.
Keep up the good work!!
Andy

The Death of Science Fiction (Again).

Oh, good grief, there it is again. On Facebook I followed links posted by Jetse de Vries, to yet another essay about the terminal decline of SF. This on top of another article a while back by Mark Charan Newton about ‘why SF is dying and fantasy is the future’ (no vested interest then from this fantasy writer) and lots of articles related to that, and now, if you search with the words ‘science fiction is dying’ you get numerous hits.
I do get heartily sick of all this effort to stick head-up-own-backside to examine one’s navel from the inside. I started reading SFF over thirty years ago, but it wasn’t until I got involved with the small presses, started finding out about organisations like the BSFA and the BFS, and started reading various magazines, that I discovered that SF seems to have a parasite literature attached to it. Whole swathes of self-styled academics pontificate about the meaning of it all, they wank off into deep critical analysis of stories and books – my first close encounter with this was discovering a review of Mason’s Rats that was about twice the length of the story itself – have lengthy discussions about ‘issues’ in SF and speak with all seriousness about gender divides in genre, the lack of representation of homosexuals, the implicit racism in something like Starship Troopers. Really, if you can be bothered to read all through these highly ‘intelligent’ waffles, the only response upon finishing the last line is to point and giggle.
And an old favourite in this rarified atmosphere is ‘the death of SF’ (or fantasy, or the short story, whatever). It surfaces with the almost metronic regularity of a dead fish at the tide line (stirred up, no-doubt, by some ‘new wave’). SF isn’t dying, it hasn’t been ill, and frequent terminal diagnoses often see the undertaker clutching a handful of nails and a hammer and scratching his head over an empty coffin. However, discussions about this demise have been resurrecting themselves in only slightly altered form since I first read ‘about’ SF rather than SF itself. I’m betting there was some plonker declaring the death of SF the moment Sputnik beeped or just after Neil Armstrong stepped onto the Moon. Really, the whole pointless staggering debate needs a nice fat stake driven through its heart.

Buzz Aldrin

On Facebook I got a message from one Geoffrey Utley, Yorkshire man who moved to Texas in 1979 for 2 years and stayed there. I found it fascinating, and maybe you will too:

Do you have a scientific background? The the science in your books seems “plausible” by the way. I was on a flight from NYC to Dallas the other day and Buzz Aldrin was sitting across from me in First Class. That was a huge thrill. I was re-reading Gridlinked at the time, and I thought about the beginning of space travel to a possible future. (I was reading it on a Kindle!)

My reply to that was:

Hi Geoffrey,
No I don’t have a scientific background. The nearest I’ve come to it in my career was a proper job in engineering. I was raised by a father who was a lecturer in applied mathematics and a schoolteacher mother, so grew up with microscopes, chemistry sets etc, and the best thing any parent can teach a child: how to think, be analytical, and a love of learning. Everything else comes from my heavy science fiction and science reading, and an undiminished interest in both.

I also asked him if I could copy his comments to here and was just going to leave it at the one. However, I like this next bit too:

“Returning from the NE Regional Meeting, flying from LaGuardia , NY, I found myself sitting across the aisle from Buzz Aldrin and his wife. There may be a couple of you who have to “google” his name. To me, it was the equivalent of being in proximity to Mickey Mantle, or Muhammmed Ali.

Buzz Aldrin was the second human being to step foot on the Moon. Along with many other honors, he and the other crewmen were given a ticker-tape parade in Manhattan and awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor.

I thought to myself, he was second, so is that like a silver medal in the Olympics, or only winning $100 million in the lottery instead of $250 million? Of course not, he and Neil Armstrong landed on the moon at the same time, but Armstrong as the commander was ordered by NASA to be the first.

I remembered going to my friend’s house in the summer of 1969 in Yorkshire, England . I was not old enough to drive, so I was allowed by my parents to ride my 5 speed to my friend Phil’s house to watch the lunar landing. This was unusual because when they landed, it was primetime in the USA , but about 4am in England. All the usual rules were suspended about riding my bike in the dark, and streets that were usually deserted had life and light.

We watched the fuzzy images on a black and white television, listening to England’s equivalent to Walter Cronkite, Richard Dimbleby. We heard the “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind,” and were still not able to relax, because of course, they had to come home. “Home,” being the Earth.

I keep stealing glances across the aisle, to watch an immaculately dressed man, looking like the retired CEO of a Fortune 100 company. I noticed he wore two very expensive looking wrist watches on his left and right wrists and wondered what time he kept them set-on. Eastern and Lunar maybe? The Captain and the First officer came out of the cockpit, (at separate times), to shake his hand, as discreetly as possible. I thought about the chances that 41 years after the fact, I was sitting close to the man I had seen step foot on our closest neighbour in the solar system. I thought about the fact that the device I’m typing this on had more computing power than a combination of all the computers on all the Moon missions’ vehicles. I thought about the bravery of his wife, who had to watch and wait.

I thought about the challenges we have in front of us and how insignificant they are compared to what they achieved with slide rules and graph paper.”

Damned right. And, really, how did we lose our way?

Paradox


So, we have solar storms stirring up the sun and knocking out electrical equipment here on Earth; the MOD satellite set to watch this activity is downloading image files from the future, offering clues to future crimes or disasters; we have debates about predestination, about the consequences of tampering with the timeline; we have speculation about where this information is coming from, like via a black hole, or god, and all this is wrapped up in an exciting police procedural. But it’s not science fiction apparently, well, according to Tamzin Outhwaite:
“Initially I thought it was a sci-fi project. Then I read the script and realised it wasn’t. It’s about police officers trying to work out whether there is a worm hole between two time zones.”
Ahem, a ‘worm-hole between two time zones’, need I go on? It’s always been fairly plain that many of the good people in the acting profession are a bit thick, but this one is right up there with a certain large comedienne’s statement, during a program about ‘the 100 best books’ that she doesn’t like science fiction, thereafter listing her favourites, like 1984. SFX notes that Tamzin Outhwaite ‘joins an esteemed list of actors in abject self-denial about appearing in sci-fi’ and doubtless David Langford will have something to say about this in his next Ansible (well-worth getting by email).

From my dictionary:

Paradox 1. a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement…

You gotta chuckle.

B is Blish, Banks & Butler.

Here’s the ‘B’ section from my SFF collection. I’m a little bit annoyed upon having gone through this lot. One of my very favourite books is missing: Half-Past Human by T J Bass. Doubtless I loaned it to someone and that someone hasn’t bothered to return it.

IAIN M BANKS CONSIDER PHLEBAS THE PLAYER OF GAMES INVERSIONS LOOK TO THE WINDWARD
CLIVE BARKER WEAVEWORLD THE GREAT & SECRET SHOW
T J BASS THE GODWHALE
BARRINGTON J BAYLEY THE PILLARS OF ETERNITY & THE GARMENTS OF CAEN
GREG BEAR SONGS OF EARTH & POWER QUEEN OF ANGELS THE FORGE OF GOD EON
BENFORD & BRIN HEART OF THE COMET
JAMES BLISH THE QUICUNX OF TIME JACK OF EAGLES THE WARRIORS OF DAY THE CLASH OF CYMBALS A CASE OF CONSCIENCE MIDSUMMER CENTURY FALLEN STAR EARTHMAN COME HOME ANYWHEN THE TESTAMENT OF ANDROS
BEN BOVA COLONY VOYAGERS II VENGEANCE OF ORION KINSMAN AS ON A DARKLING PLAIN
MARION ZIMMER BRADLEY THE SHATTERED CHAIN – DARKOVER LANDFALL THE SPELL SWORD THE WINDS OF DARKOVER STAR OF DANGER THE BLOODY SUN THE SWORD OF ALDONES
JOHN BRUNNER THE CRUCIBLE OF TIME – THE TIDES OF TIME THE DRAMATURGES OF YAN
TOBIAS BUCKELLL CRYSTAL RAIN
MARK BUDZ CLADE
KENNETH BULMER ON THE SYMB-SOCKET CIRCUIT TO OUTRUN DOOMSDAY
OCTAVIA BUTLER MIND OF MY MIND – CLAY’S ARK IMAGO DAWN

More Questions Please.

To continue my video learning curve I’d like more questions from you all. Try to avoid repeating the ones you’ll find here and try to be specific. Any “How do you write a book?” questions will be answered with “A keyboard” and “How do you be a successful writer?” with “I sell books.” I don’t mind answering stuff outside of my SF, but I’m not going to get political … or too political.